People have told me things I wanted to know
But I’m still searching around, I don’t want to go
They tell me when you leave that you can watch from above
You have the powers to believe that you can take care of who you love
But then I reply, with a sorrowly sigh
That I’m just afraid and I don’t want to die

The thing that hits me is friends: who will go first?
One day your life ends and then you’re put into the dirt
It’s a break of a promise when you say “I’ll never leave you”
And then in the end, it’s “I’m sorry I bereaved you”
The subject makes me cry, I sob and I frown
I don’t like the thought of leaving a friend, letting them down

And if you have talent, and if you can go far
But then you pass away before you can become a star
What happens to the soul? Your spirit inside
What happens to your old buddy who in you used to confide?
If your only job in life is to carry on the family line
Then that gives me strife, I don’t have enough time
Another burden to carry before you’re buried in lime

So my final question is this: Who really pays
If you’ve got it all, then you lose it all someday?